we are the sacrilegious baptizing
saints, flinching away
from rosaries and counting
sidewalk cracks

It really is quite a feeling
I'm a black hole
and I can't stop hoping
That one of these days will be what I expected

It really is quite a sensation
I'm scared shitless
Merely at the thought of living

It really is pitiful
How much hope I have
For a future that brings nothing

Be on the ambiance
Beyond the ambulance
Free on the other wind
Bleed out the open wound
Beast our burden open wine
Ticking clocks seizing
Second hand sinking
Serenade the sadness